Natalie's Dark Forced Desires
"I--I don't know, Mal. I just want it," I whispered as my best friend Mallory painted my nails a bright pink.
She looked up at me and shook her head.
"That's a pretty messed up desire," she said. "You actually want that to happen to you?"
"I've tried to get it out of my head a thousand times, but every time I touch myself, the thought just keeps coming back."
Mallory laughs. "Okay, well, you're a sick f**k, Natalie."
She goes back to painting my nails.
"Sometimes I've even imagined you're there too," I say as I look away from her.
Mallory is a dark-haired, dark-eyed goddess with an enchanting laugh, and a glorious smile. And I have to be honest that I've always loved to look at her, and want more with her than our deep friendship. She's fueled a lot of
